Possessed

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Vanessa.

His name was Justin. Justin Drew Bieber.

He was my best friend.

He was shy, nerdy, and sweet.

But I noticed something off with him once.

As the days past he grew violent.

Angry.

For no reason at all.

I tried questioning him once, but he yelled at me and punched the wall, breaking it.

Then he turned back to sweet Justin and he was afraid.

Of course I was too.

We thought he was just bipolar or something.

Then again, as teens we never really thought well.

Little did we know that he was possessed.

"Hey Nessa." I heard him say.

Who?

Justin of course.

You can always tell by his soft and gentle tone.

I turned around to see him pushing up his glasses shyly.

"Hey Bieber." I said.

"A-are you r-ready to go to class with m-me?" He stuttered.

Awwh. He's so nerdy, it's so cute.

"Of course." I giggled and walked with him to homeroom.

All eyes were on us, some calm, and some angry.

Well, he is "the school nerd" and I guess I'm "the head cheerleader."

Oh well, opposites do attract. Haha.

So being the gentleman he is, Justin held the door for me with a smile.

I blushed and thanked him, writing down my boring notes as soon as I saw the board.

Hopefully I can get through class...

After class, Justin and I decided to hang out at his house.

So as we walked home, I saw a beautiful shop filled with mysterious yet interesting things.

Weird. I've never seen this place before..Oh well.

"Justin, can we please go to that shop over there?" I asked.

He smiled at me, and said "Anything for you Nessa."

I cheered and dragged him to the shop.

Once we entered, I smelled smokey and woodsy incense.

I coughed and looked around.

Ooh. Earrings!

So I wandered away from Justin and looked at a pair.

"Be warned...." I heard a voice say.

I furrowed my brows and looked around.

Huh. No one.

So I shrugged and carried on.

Justin.

I chuckled to myself as I saw Vanessa run for a pair of earrings.

Of course she would.

So I decided to look around for myself.

Hmm...

Everything looks old and from the early 1900's maybe.

I saw something interesting peek out from a pile of scarves.

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